Who Am I?

I am a daughter, a friend, a loved one with good intentions.

An old soul that walks the edge of the earth wearing a smile cheek to cheek with simultaneous tears streaming down her face.

The one that plays a balancing act between her feet and her heart, but always tipping to one side instead of the other.

A hard act to follow but some days an easy one to beat. Beating to the sound of my own drum, wondering why the rest can’t appreciate the sound.

Wonderfully sweet with a touch of sour, waiting for your lips to pucker only to kiss and tell later on.

I am the sunshine and the rain, and the pain that comes with getting that tattoo you wanted so badly.

The dress in the window you swooned over every time you walked by, only to try it on one day and find out it didn’t quite fit.

The elephant in the room because nobody wants to ask the questions they wonder about.

I am frustration you feel when you stare at a blank canvas with nothing coming to mind. Paint mixed, matching the color of your rosy cheeks that are as damp as the end of the brush in your hand, because you just can’t let it go.

Dreams of meadows and flowers that spend time growing under the sun in a place you can’t find.

I am yours, until you decide you are done. The mud from your shoes, because I am also a doormat due to issues I blame on my daddy.

Tossing and turning at night because of restless legs that didn’t run when they should have. Tear soaked trails staining your pillow, leading to places you wish you could go but can only dream of when you sleep.

I am the Blackeyed Susan swaying in your dream field, because you got mad at me one night and decided I deserved it.

Let me torment your reality, pleasure your heart and stimulate your emotions until you lose control of yourself in the worst way.

I am someones laugh, someone’s love, someone’s rain and someone’s sun. I am a lover and a fighter mixed into one. I am strong and independent yet soft and unstable, the shoulder to cry on but also the one who’s unable. I can be your pain or your pleasure, depending on the day. Let me be your child to your soul that’s still out to play.

Who am I?

I’ll let you decide.